Lion Head Mesa seventeenth

she wanted to say not like that, but her voice halted in her throat. too ashamed maybe that she did not even know what she asked for.

instead she reclined in an icy silence, falling back into the embrace of a dead man's bed and finding that he haunted her here too. she thought of him with nazli or how he called upon any! now she sat in this place and wondered if she might do the same.

could she? would she?

she stared at the ceiling and found herself wishing that he could read minds as she laid awake next to him.